Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
“Do you like me milking you like that, Handsome?”
Did she really expect him to answer? His mouth was being forced open and filled with a rubber ball.
Of course, if he could answer, it would be a resounding yes, but he could only take so much of it. Just like that big dildo. Her using it on him confirmed why he didn’t bottom.
He wasn’t fond of the fullness or the uncomfortable stretch.
However, he had told her to go wild. He’d have to rethink that for next time. Even so, she was milking his prostate like a pro. And while he couldn’t see the result of it because of the blindfold, he sure could feel it.
The more she stroked his P-spot, the more fluid escaped him. While he hadn’t come yet, he was teetering dangerously. It wouldn’t take much more for him to succumb. Only, once he did, he’d lose his erection. Though, that might be her goal and she wouldn’t care that he couldn’t fuck her.
At least not until he had time to recover.
They only had the room for an hour and he had lost track of time. Given his current position, he certainly couldn’t check it.
When she reached between his legs and slapped his balls lightly, he jerked forward in surprise and was unable to breathe for a second or two.
What the fuck? At least being restrained in the stockade kept him from collapsing to his knees. Maybe even curling up and crying like a baby.
No matter what, he refused to tell her to stop.
She must be getting back at him from all the “torture” he inflicted on her last week in the medical room. That night he had turned the tables on her. Now she was flipping those tables over.
When she moved to his side but still continued to finger fuck him, he knew she had something up her sleeve and he would soon be done.
“It can’t get any more perfect than that,” she whispered, using downward strokes to pull on his cock as if she was milking a cow. “Time to move on.”
Thank fuck.
However, “moving on” to her meant slipping her fingers free of his ass, then getting on her knees and wedging herself between his feet and the base of the stockade.
What was she doing?
She tapped his leg. “Give me more room to work, Handsome.”
He wasn’t sure he liked her using the term “work.” Especially after she had slapped his damn balls. Did it mean she was going to work him over? She already…
Wait.
Okay.
He gave two thumbs up, even though he had no idea if she could see them. But he was fully onboard with her wrapping her mouth around his aching cock. But why did she need his legs wider?
Oh yes. For that…
If he had more than two thumbs he’d be raising them all.
While sucking his cock, she had reached through his thighs and plugged her two fingers right back into his socket so she could continue to push his power button.
Holy shit. Between her going to town with her hot, wet mouth and the stimulation of his prostate, he wasn’t going to last long.
Hell, he wasn’t going to last, period.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi…
Hold up. Why did he care how long he lasted? He had no reason to hold out.
Instead, he cleared his mind and let her do her thing. Consequences be damned.
While gently kneading his still stinging balls, she swallowed his length all the way to the back of her throat, sucking while stroking the underside with her tongue.
Between her magical fingers and blowjob skills, she was soon going to get a mouthful. With the gag, he had no way to warn her, so he would simply let nature take its course. She was fully aware of what she was doing to him and what the end result would be.
He thrust into her mouth one more time and tensed as his cum exploded from him. Hope didn’t even attempt to pull free. Instead, she sucked him harder and deeper, drawing every drop from him until he was completely drained.
She needed to stop overstimulating his prostate because it was quickly going from ecstasy to torture. Real torture. Not the pleasurable, playful kind.
His cock slipped from her mouth at the same time she removed her fingers and moved away.
With the blindfold, he might not be able to see her, but he could still picture in his mind what she looked like by the memory of how she appeared the last time she sucked him off.
She had looked sexy as hell with her messy hair, flushed face, glossy lips, and heated eyes. Not to mention the satisfaction on her face.
Though, guaranteed he was more satisfied right now than she was.
He’d had some really bad head in the past, but Hope did not fall into that category. Not even close.
A rustling sound, then the water running in the tiny attached bathroom meant that Hope was most likely cleaning up. A few minutes later, he felt her heat as she stopped in front of him. His first thought was, “Oh boy, what’s next?” He sighed in relief when she finally removed the ball gag.
“I’m going to release you, Handsome, but leave the blindfold in place for now. I’m debating what I want to do with it.”
Could he still even form words? Did his mouth still function? He worked his stiff jaw around. It was easier to nod, instead.
Once she freed him from the stockade, it took him a few moments to be able to stand straight. After being bent over like that, his back was killing him. It was a good excuse to book an appointment at Nirvana.
As for now, he was still coming down from his own slice of nirvana.
With his energy drained and feeling like a limp dish rag, all he wanted to do was take a nap, but doubted that was what Hope had in mind.
When he heard the leash being unclipped from his nipple clamps, he expected those to go next.
But no.
Hope tugged on the shorter chain connecting them and in a husky voice said, “This way, Handsome.”
He followed like an obedient dog as she led him over to the small bed in the corner. The one with restraint hoops at all four corners of the metal bed frame.
Was she planning on tying him up there, too? Their time in the room had to be running out.
“Get on the bed and on your back, Handsome.”
“How much time do we have left? I don’t want to piss off my bosses by hogging the room and—”
She cut him off with, “This isn’t going to take long at all. You’re wasting time, Handsome. Chop. Chop.”
Chop? Chop? Cam swallowed his chuckle since he certainly didn’t want to be punished for laughing at her choice of words.
Once she released the chain, she placed his hands on the bed so he could find the edge and climb on. With the way his poor back was aching, it would be a relief to lie flat.
He got comfortable on the mattress that was covered in waterproof material for good reason. Since he was now completely soft, he had no idea what her plan was.
He yelped and jerked his foot back when her fingernail scraped a line along the bottom from heel to toe. A soft snort burst from her due to his overreaction.
Holy crap. Who knew he’d be so sensitive there? “Are you going to tie me up?”
“No need.”
“Then, what do you plan on doing with me?”
She also got on the narrow bed, only big enough for one person to fit comfortably. Unless you stacked them.
Since it was too soon to get an erection, she couldn’t be planning on riding his cock…
Before he could ask her anything else, she straddled his head.
Of course. He licked his lips in anticipation.
He couldn’t wait to taste her essence and had no doubt she was soaked from his time in the stockade.
“I thought about keeping you blindfolded, but I really want to see those beautiful brown eyes of yours as you eat, Handsome.”
The blindfold was quickly whisked away.
He winced when the sudden change of light hit his eyes, then blinked a few times as his pupils adjusted. But once his vision cleared, he saw Hope was now totally naked like him, unlike in the beginning before she had blindfolded him.
Her rosy nipples were puckered tight and it was impossible to miss the sheen on her inner thighs.
Just as he thought. Playing with him made her hot and bothered. Because of that, everything she had done to him so far had been one hundred percent worth it.
Well, maybe not the ball slapping. She could’ve omitted that.
Hope rose on her knees and shuffled forward until she was hovering over his mouth. He raised his head and used the tip of his tongue to tickle the damp curls hiding her clit.
That was only a taste and he wanted more. The scent of her arousal was making his mouth water. He was more than ready to chow down on the rest of the meal.
“Tap my leg if you get to the point you can’t breathe.”
“Maybe I won’t be able to since my hands will be busy. Who said I won’t shove two fingers up your ass?”
She smiled down at him. “Then use your other hand to tap my leg.”
“That’s going to be playing with your clit while I tongue fuck you.”
Her smile quickly disappeared and heat filled both her eyes and her cheeks. “I think we need to stop talking and start doing. You were right. We’re running out of time.”
“Now you’re in a rush?”
“Hush,” she scolded gently and dropped down until his face was buried in her cunt.
That was a good way to shut him up. His preferred way, actually.
He lapped up the sweet, tangy goodness and sucked hard on her clit, causing her to whimper.
He’d hooked up with a few guests in the months that he’d worked on the ranch, but none had been as responsive as Hope. She never held back on her reactions.
“Fuck me. With your tongue. With your thumb. Make me come, Handsome. Make me squirt all over your beard.”
He’d be glad to help with that by tonguing her pussy while thumbing her clit.
Seconds later, little whimpers filled his ears and she began to rock back and forth, grinding her pussy harder on his face.
“Yes, like that.” With a long groan, she continued to circle her hips.
He didn’t even attempt to be gentle as he sucked each fold into his mouth and scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh. Then he went back to stabbing his tongue as deep as he could into her slick slit.
While he couldn’t see it, he knew exactly when she reached back and grabbed the chain to the nipple clamps. How? Because she ripped on that damn chain, making his back bow.
She did it one more time before sinking almost all of her weight on him, effectively smothering him.
He was worried for a moment there that he might actually have to tap out.
Luckily, seconds later, she screamed, “I’m coming!” and he caught the rush of arousal on his tongue. She moved before he started gasping for breath and smiled down at him. “Look at that messy beard. I did that,” she announced proudly.
He refrained from wiping his face before returning that smile. “I helped.”
“You certainly did, Handsome.”
Now they needed to do a quick clean up and vacate the room before one of his own security officers began banging on the door to evict them.